Custer chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, Black Hills, D.T. [S.D.]) 1880-1890, 1887-07-09
THE OLD FLAG.

500 IN The Boston Pilot competition. It's
author Is Emma Frances Dawson, of san
francisco. 1t is in tie cid end difficult
french form II verse cal ed chant royal.
Ihere are but few English chant.royale, the
making Of them having been called "a hard
ana thanklCss task" Heretofore only one
poet has made use Of this form Of verse. Ia
making the announcement to the author that
me had Drawn The first prize, Mr.. John Boyle
= iebiy SAID: II congratulate you on hav-
'ng added a great pom to the permanent
literature OF America. Among patriotic
poems II will rank forever with anything
ever written" 'Old Glory" is a name given
our hag by our soldiers during The late war.
This poem Was inspired b. tie following
paragraph By George F.. Hoar:
II have seen the glorles of art and archi.
lecture and mountain and river; | have seen
the sunset on Jungfrau, and the !ull moon
rise over Mount Blanc; but the fai,est visien
on which these eyes ever looked was the flag
Of my country In a foreign land. Beautiful
AS a 1ower to those who love It, terrible as a
meteor to those who hate it, it IS the symbol
OF the power and glory ana the honor OF
&c, OOO, 600 Americans.n
Enchanted web! A picture in the air.
Drifted to us from out the 4 istarce Jiu,,
From s~hadowy ancestors, through whose
brave care
We live in magic Of a dream come true
with Coyenanters' blue, a II were glassed
In dewy flower heart the stars that passed.
q blood veined blossom that can never
blight!
The declaration, like a sacred rite.
Is In each star and stripe dt clamatory,
The constitution thou shalt long %recite,
Our hallowcd, eloquent, beloved "Old Glory! !"
O symphony IN red, white, blue-fan!are
OF trumpet, roll Of drum, forever new
Reverberations Of the bell, that bear
It's tones OF Liberty the wild world through!
In battle dreaded like a cyclone blast!
symbol Of land and people unsurpassed.
Thy brilliant day shall never have a night.
On foreign shore no pomp SO grand q sight,
No face 80 friendly, naught consolatory
Like glimpse of lofty spar with thee be.
digit,
ca hsllowed, eloquent, beloved "Old
Glory."
IN u art the one flag; an embodied Irayor,
one, ti-hest and most perfect to review;
Without one, nothing; It is lineal, square,
Has properties OF All the numbers too.
Cuoc, solid, square root, root Of root; best
classed.
II for his essence the creator cast.
For purity are thy six stripes OF white,
This number circular and endless quite
Six times, well knows the scholar wan and
hoary,
His compass spanning circle can allght-
Our hallowed, eloquent, beloved "Old Glory! !"
Boldly thy seven lines OF scarlet fare;
AS when DER old centurion it blew,
(ted Is the trumpet's tone) it means to dare!
God favored seven when creation grew;
The seven planets; seven hues contrasts;
The seven metals; seven days; not last
Tho seven tones Of marvellous delight,
That lend the listening soul their wings for
fight;
But why complete the happy category
That gives thy thirteen stripes their charm
and might,
Our hallowed, eloquent, beloved cold
Glory"
In thy dear colors, honored everywhere,
The great and mystic ternion we view;
Faith, Hope anc Charity are numbered there,
And the three nails the Cru6xion knew.
Three are offended when one has trospassed,
God, and ones neighbor and ones self
aghast;
Christ's deity and soul and manhood's
height;
The Fathtr, Son and Holy Ghost may here
unite;
With texts like these, divinely monitory,
What wonder that thou cououerest in fight,
Our hallowed, eloquent, beloved "Old Glory! !"
ENyOY.
o blessed Flag! sign Of our precious Past,
Triumb chant Present and our Future vast,
Beyond starred blue aud bars Of sunset
bright
Lead Us 10 higher realm OF Equal Right!
Float on IN ever lovely ~allegory,
Kin to the eagle and the wind and light,
Our hallowed, eloquent, beloved old Glory"